Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1887-11-05

Injins didn't have writing paper as long
ago as that.
"Peleg," replied the Old Settler, SOL
emily, who's the Oldest, you or yer
gran'pap?"
"Why, you are, grandpap.'
"Then who orter know best whuther
Injns had writin' paper or not the time
my story happened? I'm old enough,
hain't ], to member back fur enough
fer that?r
81 guess SO, grandpap. Dill Simmons
says th't il he could remember back as
far as you can he'd think Methuseler
was kid 'longside of him.
"Ho would, hay? Bill Simmons ia a
bright boy. He knows heap. He
knows so much, b'gosht 'lmightyl th't
mebby he knows this story, an SO We
better 60 over an let Bill Simmons tell
it TO ye!'
: 1t took good deal of coaxing and
great many rash promises on the part of
Peleg before the Old Settler was placated
SO that he would go on with his story,
but he finally resumed his narrative as if
nothing had happened.
Garter findin the sheet o. writin' pa
per-" he said, "the Iniin prince writ the
follerin letter to Chink-a.pin, ez nigh ez
kin call it Off:
DEAR CHINA: take my pen In baud to In.
form you that am well, an hope these few lines
viii find you injyin' the same blessin'. but am
In very oncomfertin' Fix, which, IL l don't git
ont of IL, III be dead Injin soon. am on the
top o. squawkee Hill. If ia tell that to some
+ folks they'd call me liar, en- then th'd be u
4 fight, but you know me, Petey, an th't | halnt
no kind Of wild roamin' son o. the wldernest
fer pervaricatin'. / tell We I'm high an dry on
oil Squawkee, an unless simpin' turns up to get
me off, I'll BE- chasin' the boundin' deer an the
rampagn bar in the happy huntin' groun's
fore half moon kin roll around Mebby you
kin think up some way o. flshin' me down. No
more at present. The 'skeeters IL bad Love to
all, an keep big hunk fer yerself.
"Your'n, thirsty an hungry, GoooLY.
carter writin' that, the Iniin prince
waited till the eagles had gone to roost
IN the top of the oil pine tree, an W en-
it got dark he elm up the tree an tied
the letter to the he eagles Leg. Then he
slid down, an in few minutes were
snorin' like n tired out houn'.
"The sudden goin away an the not
comm back o the young prince made
n heap o excitement 'mongst the Iniins.
The king durn nigh went crazy, an at last
on the third day of his sons absence, he
sent out word th't whoever recovered
Prince Gungle-j ib-goggle-eye could have
ANYTHING tie king had to grant. As most
everybody wanted sumpin' they didn't
have, the hull tribe went to lookin' fer
the prince. Chink-a-pin were consid able
shook up by the disappearance of the
prince, but she sot her eagle trap all the
same ev'ry day, but didn't ketch nothin'
till the fourth day an then she foun' a
slammin' big eagle fast by one foot in
the trap. She were iist about to send an
arrer through it Wen she see sumpin'
hangin to its leg, an she made up her
mind she'd Investigate a leetle fore she
killed the big bird. She lassoed the eagle
an bound it down, an then got the piece
o. paper that was hangin to its leg. Tha,
paper were Goggly s letter Sure enough,
the eagle had happened to get in Chink-a-
pins trap. The Iniin gal give little yell
wen she read the letter, an then closed
up tighter'n drum.
"l I'll hev sumpin' to ask fer FIN the
king afore two days, says she, AN III
get it, too"
"Chink-a-pin sot down an writ an
answer to the princes letter, tied it to
the eagles leg, and let the big bird outen
the trap. Away it sailed up to ards the
top o oil Squawkee. The prince, hun
grier thin ever, war layin' on his back
wonderin' wat wSr gointer become o.
him, Wen the OF he eagle come back to
the dead pine, screechin' an screamin'
and maxim great fuss.
lie han't ben ketched, said the
Injin, with groan.
1.-THE prince noticed that the eagle KEEP
a peckin' an a peckin' away at his leg,
and bimeby he see sumpin' white drop
pin down outen the tree. 1t como zig
zaggin' an slakin' down, an fell right
at Goggly's feet He picked it up, 1t
was Chink-a-pin's letter, ez follers:
"DnAn coGcLY: Your'n received, an were glad
to hear from We. Iwere Teercd mebby ye were
lost. Scuse haste an a bad pen, but I'm going
out to Kill fawn I'll see We t'morrow an tell
sc all about it. Yer pap is well.
'Yourn lov,nly, CHINK-APIN.
" 'Grazier TINA bed bug on boardin'
house cot!' yelled the prince, an he
clawed the ground an kicked. I'm a
gone Injin, and mowt ez well git ready
to feed the crows
"Gungle- jib-goggle-eye rolled an
groaned an cussed his luck till long
to ards noon the next day, an then he
jumped up an, marchin' to the edge O
the gulch, made up his mind to end his
misery by jumpin' in. Jist as he were
gointer make the spring one O. the big
eagles come sailin' up with deer in
it's claws.
"'I am gointer climb that tree an
make fight for some o that deer!' says
the prince, an he stepped back FIN thu
gulch an starts fer the tree. He had go
to the foot of the pine when heard {
shout, an, lookin' up, see sumpin' {
slidin down the tree like fash, an tht
next second he was bein' Rugged an
kissed by -paw-chink-a-p pin, The-cus
d-pie-that- t-got-no-fies-on-it! Thu
eagles scared around an screeched fel
that gal two minutes afore were TIN
young deer the he eagle had carried t,
the nest.
Q ".Shot the fawnr said Chink-a-pn
D between hugs. Carried it home. Gu
G it open. Cleaned it. Crawled inside
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